Berreta Computers - Helicopter Chase - Nice Looking Girls!
Here is a neeto dream I had:
I'm in a dim warehouse like school (reminds me of my old elem. school) in the student lounge/lobby area. When I'm walking in, a girl, somewhat tall, dark skin, and brown hair. When she comes over to the table, she puts down a berreta, some books, and another odd looking gun. Seeing as chicks with guns are hot (:D), we are in school and she has two guns, and she is by herself, I walk over and talk to her. We talk for a few minutes, and she finds that I've shown interest in the matte black berreta. She hands it over. "Check it out!" she says, and I do. I find it folds to reveal a small tablet pc, and it also can become a remote control helicopter! She walks over to the window to get some food. While she is there, I'm flying the heli around the lounge and end up getting yelled at by a teacher... heheh... after the teacher is gone, I fold it back up into its gun form, and look at the other gun on the table. It has the word "hammer" engraved on it. It had a .45 grip on it, with three barrels and a screw-in valve in the grip. It looked kinda like a three barreled paintball gun. The barrels were mounted verticly, or on top of each other. Upon closer inspection, engraved right below the grip was "Only use Oxy/Acyt tank" (heheh...), engraved on the side of the action body was "WARNING: 3 sec. ROF!", engraved on one barrel was "Use Remm. .50 Cal Magnum only". As you can tell, this was quite a beefy gun! She says bye, gives a hug, and leaves with the stuff.
Apperantly somewhere in here I fall asleep in the lounge...
When I wake, her brother (two years older I guess...?) is pissed off about me and throwing a fit in the area outside. He sees I lifted my head and was looking at him. He starts pacing twards the front lounge doors, pissed. Knowing what his sister had, I could only imagine what he was packing. I run like hell out the side door, and he starts chasing me revealing a colt python in his hand, and having two other guys pop out around a corner with dual D.E.'s in their hands. They are definitly shooting for a kill. I sight four or five heli's parked in the practice field across the parking lot. On my way there I jump through my '63 Thunderbird conv. and pull out my Walther P99 from under the seat (both of which I really own, ty :wink: ), and keep sprinting to the heli's. I jump in and fly like hell. The three chasing me follow not far behind. One insane guy flys in front, opens up his door with his foot on the yoke, leans out, and fires a clip at me. My front window is broken and falls out. The guy in front nails a smokestack. Two guys left. I hold the rotor speed down and shoot a clip out the front. I hit her brothers window and the other guy's sec. rotor. The guy spins to the ground. I pull back to reload, and during the time I get a good .50 cal round from the python in my engine. The guy's sister pulls up beside me and opens up her door. I hover beside her and jump, them my heli tumbles to the ground.
End of dream.
edit: "berreta" or "beretta"?
